Spiritual Telekinesis

Each soul is akin to an infrastructure.

Some of them have walls, and some of them have gun turrets to protect themselves.

But for most of the souls, an extension of their core that came in layers could also be found. These layers are the most flexible part of the soul, and it would grow stronger with stimulation and further interaction, similar to how the psychic field of a psycaster grows every time they perform a psycast.

This part of the soul was most often utilized by the nezuras to perform their telekinesis-like ability.

The magic of nezura is performed by using one's soul to influence another soul of something that exists within the physical realm.

Prompted by a deep enlightenment of his own soul, Nagan stretched out the tendrils of his soul, invading the domain of the log's soul before grasping it entirely, moving it directly through its metaphysical heart.

And thus, the log of wood levitates against its own will.

"You did it!" 

The audience of nezuras could be seen celebrating their new patriarch's success at controlling his own soul to affect nature. And while the nezuras might appear to celebrate anything, it was more like watching their child make their first step within the nezura society.

"This makes me wonder, does the soul of an ethereal existence like a deity or ghost also behave the same way?" Nagan asked, still having the goosebumps after successfully attempting his first soul manipulation.

"Indeed!" Kurisunetamayo headbanged in confirmation. "For many mature deities, they can manipulate souls, becoming unseen, and then seen, on their will."

"This reminds me. I haven't really asked you what's the name of this power in nezura society," Nagan said.

"Ah."

Apparently, there was no word within all human language that could be used as a replacement for the referral that the nezura used to call their magic. Even the translator of the white noise couldn't convert the word into anything.

It was then established today that the magic that nezura used will be referred to as 'Spiritual Telekinesis' from now on.

It wasn't technically a telekinesis, but it was close enough. All of the usalians had already referred the nezura's material manipulating power as a form of telekinesis too.

They also didn't mind for their magic to be referred to that way.

"Huh, this reminds me." Immortal Dragon Overlord could be seen hanging around her fellow expedition team members except for some notable few. "I saw Karasaki, but I haven't seen Hopscotch anywhere."

"... Neither does Jingo."

"You stopped playing in the shooting range, Jingo?"

"... Out of ammo."

"Still, to be entirely unseen by Ido, the revered master of observation, that is quite the feat."

"Please don't shorten my name like that."

"True, Ido always noticed me when I took her portion of breakfast."

"Please stop taking portion of my breakfast,"

"Urgh, I'm still hungry…"

"Hi 'Still Hungry', I'm Pippin."

"Uhm, you can just eat, you know?"

"Huwee!"

"Bluebell, we're already far away from the shooting range, how come you're still startled?"

"This reminds me of that time where Willow was unseen by all of us for a whole day back then. Turns out she got lost due to not noticing the landscape after balding the whole hill on the north side of the outpost!"

"Oy, I'm not lost! I just want to enjoy the scenery!"

"Are you sure you aren't searching the landmark instead of watching the scenery?"

Meanwhile, as everyone was focused on the topic of the conversation, Jingo managed to slip away with her light-bending smoke activated.

"Huh, Jingo is walking quite fast now that I see it."

"How come you're able to notice Jingo but not Hopscotch, Ido?"

"Do not shorten my name."

"Since when Jingo disappeared?"

"Most definitely just now."

"She is probably searching for Hopscotch, both of them are akin to siblings."

"No kidding, Sherlock."

"Willow, each of us usalians are technically siblings."

"Astute observation as always, Willow."

Navigating through the loud festive crowd, Jingo searched around the dim outskirt of the kingdom where light was absent the most. The starlight and guidance of the moon was bright enough to show her the path.

Kurisunetamyo noticed Jingo. It was the second time she saw an usalian going to the far outskirts of the kingdom. Curious, she asked Nagan about it.

"Sometimes, one does not want to abide by the normality within our society."

"Uhm, words, incomprehensible."

"Don't worry much about it, this person lacks the urge to simplify his tongue," Owen said playfully.

"Hahaha. Well, do know that wanting to be alone doesn't always come from displeasure."

"Affirmative, knowledge, obtained."

The jumping rabbit tried to seek out the lone rabbit, and the lone rabbit was found.

Peeking through the swaying grass, framed was the scenery unmarked by the hand of civilization. The moon greeted the curiosity of the peeking rabbit, by shining down on the lone rabbit in the middle of the disheveled vale meadow.

Forsooth, there was Hopscotch and the night, the moon and the bright. Her gaze latched onto nothing but the universe hidden behind the starry veil, for she too wanted to be a part of it, to be a part of its tale.

It was akin to a painting. Together with the periodic sound of the fireworks, it created a visceral experience for the eyes, ears, and mind.

"... Pretty."

Just as Hopscotch buried her gaze from the night and into the ground, her carapaced hands were shivering. The course of genetic disparity with the image she placed as exemplary urged her fervent heart to pump further into the night. It was to the point that the sound of her heartbeat reverberated into the windy moonlight.

For a moment, she retracted her hands, as her rabbit ears withered from an unknown pain coursing through her livid blood. There, she held her ground as inkish smoke was produced from her body.